A dystopian fiction written for the purpose of completing an English Literary Studies Task.

DYSTOPIAN TALES ONLINE

In year 3000, one game changed the life of all humanity. 

Dystopian Tales Online [DPO] is a Massive Multi-Player Online Role Playing Game introduced by the Foster Science and Toys Corporation, a leading billion dollar gaming company that is known for their extensive gaming preferences attracting players in all ages. 

Known as the Foster Gaming Co., the games are created by a team of professional programmers and network technicians resulting to a highly defined computer generated graphics with effects almost close to reality. Now, one of their newly created game, [DPO], is said to be the promising 'new generation' gaming.

DPO is a new game defined for its unique first person gaming experience. According to the creators, the name Dystopian is placed as the front title because of the self-generating genre of the game. That is to say, choosing between worlds and maps is possible. Unlike in a normal MMORPG where quests and the maps given are commanded by default, in DPO, each decision will lead to a [Happy End] or [Bad End] giving players almost real-to-life situations.

Not only that [FREE WILL] existed in this game, also, a self character personalization and weapon creation is possible. Self Character Personalization [SCP] is a character generator where you can freely design your character. Hair color, eyes, accessories, even the arrangement of buttons and ribbons on the selected clothing can be adjusted. 

There is also the Face Copy Recognition where you can make your characters look the same as you! All you need to do is to take a picture of yourself and crop the part of your face. Paste it to the editing software and do the favorable adjustments.

Weapon Creation also works the same. For all the players who are weapon creation enthusiasts, this generator created a huge impact to these people who are tired of using market weapons or droppings. Through this generator, the player can costumize the power level and attributes of the created weapon. You can also add and modify, or just simply disassemble it. The generator has the Blueprint option and Copy that helps in creating the weapon smoothly.

However, even though this Weapon Creation is a good extension of the game, the weapons created under this method happen to process a 'trial and error' command. Due to the Blueprint option, one can simply create a weapon. But the blueprints that are present are coming from the game itself, which only shows that creating a new specialized weapon would mean that the designer shall start from scratch. 

One material might not fit the other. The concept is almost the same with forging equipments where only chosen crystals can match the weapon's requirments. If it exceeds the valu, the weapon or equipment will break. The Weapon Creation might need an all out plan but the success of a created weapon outlimits the normal ones. 

Another factor of the game is its classification of Races and Archetypes. Races are the so-called bloodlines that is divided to five main races: Beasts, Elven, Humanoid, Half-Ling, and the Undead. One player will choose a race and after that they can freely choose whatever archetypes they want.

Archetypes are like sub-classes. They are divided under the races. for example, under the Elven Race comes the archetypes of mages and witches. One can choose their original race, and also can choose archetype from other races. 

The archetype of warrior is under the Humanoid RACE. If the player chooses the Elven Race, he or she can freely have the warrior archetype. Meaning, each player has his or her own characteristics almost different from the other. 

A single player can choose up to ten archetypes. 

Other than these features, DPO is also using a virtual reality helmet. This makes players to see and experience the world of Dystopian as if they are really there. Buying the console includes this freebie, while those who already have their VR can just simply exclude it. 

Like in any known VR games, this equipment will be worn by the player. The specialized screen inside the VR will reflect the game. But before playing, one should log-in by using the computer keyboard and stuff. Once in, voice command and hearing effects will be possible. Though, joysticks are still needed to move the character of the game. 

However, no matter how advance or interesting a game can offer, the decline of such products is gradually showing all throughout the years. It is true that the Fosters Gaming Co., is a truly advance company for online gaming, but this is not the only company that issues high rated games. As the year progress, technology also have risen to its peak, reaching its final destination in the middle of the 25th century. 

Holographic TVs, skin thin smart phones, garbage androids, automated cooking utensils, electricity generated wheel-less cars, nanorobots constructions, humanoid artificial intellegence, highly advanced security system, traffic drones - everything around the world changed from the primitive lifestyle to an all technology yet nature friendly world. 

After the 5th world war, the countries of the world signed a pact to create a more peaceful world out of violence. Reaching the 25th century changed the course of all the humanity that was totally devastated by the preceeding wars. Laws are reformed, new kinds of goverment are experimented, and technology is tested. At the end of this century, a new form of beings are created that advanced to the present date. 

The progress is fast paced. New inventions are created, making life in Earth easier than before. Voilence is banned that lessened robbery and murder. Education was taken high priority, giving almost a ninety-nine percent literacy rate, one percent as the exception of the newborn babies. Medicine is also enhanced with humans reaching a hundred years an average because of good health. 

Famine, floods, earthquakes are now can be measure through computers. By just guessing when these events will happen, the authorities will create an evacuation plan to ensure the people's safety. Other than dying of old age, none of the people of the earth suffered. 

Well, this is just the first chapter of the humanities greatest change.

After 5 melleniums, the technology slowly advanced. Though the peace is being maintained, no new discoveries were learned. The laws that was created along time ago didn't change. The lifestyle and everyday life continued but nothing much added to it. With all the diseases, infections, disasters being surpressed by machines - it is as if the world suddenly stopped caring.

Nobody actually cared.

That is why games suddenly became a big hit. With violence out of the way, people seem to find games as creative and fun. With most of these computer games required combat and skills, plus the settings on the primitive time, the people are piqued with interest. Each house is estimated to have at least one gaming equipment for the family to play.

But then, this generation also never lasted.

Every year, the same style genre of games are being released with only quests and names different from each other. Pro-gamers can finish playing these games for a week that will be given a rate in website where guides and maps of any games can be found. This online ranking is worldwide, meaning, if one pro-player says that this one game is crap, expect that everyone will read about it. 

And nobody will buy the game.

Just in time of the release of Dystopian Tales Online, only those gamers who are hardcore fans of this company's games bought it. Almost a month has passed but they didn't even reach the quota of selling the only one thousand copies they distributed. Though, this changed drastically after the end of second month.

The reason why nobody bought the game, aside from the few, until now is because most of the gamers are waiting for the pro-players to give their rate. After a month and two, these pro-players only posted the picture of the game and only single sentence of review made the whole world wanted to grab a copy of it. 

"However, that is not what actually happened to groups of people who are not able to play this game."

Questions started to rise when the demand of the game suddenly bursted. Knowing the excellence of this game, there's no doubt that it will sell great. But then, why did the Foster gaming only released one thousand copies? One could expect that investing more copies could give them more profit.

"An experiment to a selected few..."

Unknown to all is a hidden agenda created by the company. To enhance the gaming experience and to create a new technological advancement, the team invented a kind of the game that will bring the players to a virtual reality. That is, conjuring the whole being of the player to the game where they will experience ALL of their senses without restrictions.

It is true that with their current technology, games can now be done with three of the senses present - sense of sight, touch, and hearing. Some games may include the sense of scent and taste but still not fully intact with the game. They still need props like preparing food beforehand or creating a room while wearing a VR to fulfill the sense.

But this is different. 

A known engineer, Tristan Foster, the son of the head of the Foster Gaming Co., designed a theory that suggests that creating a dimension of games is possible. However, creating this world using computers of THIS world will only create a form but not the experience. In order for them to create [THIS] dimension, they must look for something that is existing in this world, but in the same time, not happening in this exact world.

DREAMS - this word perfectly fit the needed requirement.

Tristan explained the run through of his creation. According to him, a machine will be created to stimulate the brain while undergoing REM. Synapses will be controlled using vibrations, sending signals to the control center of the brain where dreams are created. This will send the compacted information clearly, attaching it to the game's server, then entering the world of dreams as if logging-in in a game.

Experts asked about this weird experiment. Of all, why did he chose dreams? Up until now, it is still a mystery to them why people dream and what is its purpose. Inserting a variable that is not tangible would be useless and can be held to be a dysfuction. Besides, of all the body parts, brain contains the biggest mystery of all.

The approval of this project lasted for years. Tristan showed data and statistics, including familiar theories and common sense. As years pass by, all the members of the team realized the point slowly. Few pages of research started to pile up with complex equations only they could understand. Experts are called in to help and somehow proved the theories possible.

It is as if creating a new world is this generation's mission.

Five years of work and Tristan succesfully earned his reward. Showing the detailed blueprint of how the system works left those people who mocked him for being mad. Human ethics and rights are not violated, the safety of this whole experiment showed through trials that he himself created. Tristan became the first test subject. 

Applying this, Tristan planned a worldwide experiment but with the condition that the subjects should be as well as smart as him. The safety of the experiment is succesful due to his intellegence. Tristan is a prodigy, started studying computer engineering at the age of twelve. If this variable cannot be met, he's afraid that the results would be different.

That is why he designed the Dystopian Tales Online. And in this game, a real world is hidden. Everyone thought that he named it Dystopian Tales due to the game's feature of choosing a specific genre. But nobody knows that his real reason of choosing this word is from the description intself.

Dystopian - the world of suffering. The ability to twist reality. 

After the first release of the game, some of the players reported that there is this weird test with one thousand questions in multiple choice right after the installation is finished. Taking the test or not taking it will not actually affect the game's features. However, to those people who took the test and passed the margin was not able to play the game.

Instead, at the end of the test, the whole game was terminated and a black screen will show up. In the middle of this black screen is a set of numbers that happen to be a telephone number. Of course, as if common sense, everyone called the telephone number. And then they are greeted with:

[HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A FALSE LEGEND?]

Inside the game, Dystopian Tales Online, runs the world they called [VIRTUAL REALITY]. Those who managed to praise their worth are called to create a contract with the Foster Gaming Co. By participating the experiment, the subjects will be called as adventurers of the Virtual Reality. 

They are requested to play the game every night during their REM sleep with a technology the company will provide. Also, they are not just playing for fun. Because of the vitality of this experiment, the subjects are given insurances and a salary of ten thousand pesos per month (about 200USD$). All they have to do is play and level up. 

"It's something new and kind of amazing," Aud said, playing the straw of his juice.

Looking around, faces of men and children gathered around him. His group occupied half of the seats in front of the bar, rather, they are found on their usual places again. 

Aud always sits on the middle most part with Frass on his left. Leon and Shin would sit anywhere they want but often sits beside Aud. Two kids will be sitting beside them with another girl at the very end. 

For seven years, these people sure have grown old.

"Wait a second," Shin called out, touching the tip of his chin thinking. "How did you know that we are playing Virtual Reality? I mean, we are playing with DTO players right? The difference is that they are seeing it through a computer while we are all inside the game."

Aud blinked, wondering what he should answer. 

He looked over at Leon who is in between them, currently staying away from their conversation because he is playing a bonus mini game in front of them. A black translucent screen is floating at the front of the elf. He's actually duelling with the bartender who is cleaning glasses at their front while waiting for Leon to move. 

"Hmmm? What?" Leon noticed Aud looking over him. Despite of not joining the conversation, he knows what they are discussing about. 

"You have something to say?" Aud said.

"Ah... let's see..." Leon clicked the screen on the mini game to show his move. 

"First of all, DTO is a first person perspective game. Unlike any games, you can never have a full control of the actions especially that everyone is still a noob at it. I guess even the players who played the year earlier will not ever be able to move it flawlessly."

"However, we managed to break it as if we are actually in the scene. Can you remember the Speed Combo that you did? If it was from a computer's perspective, you will be hitting the monster in one place. You can't move to places due to the rate that you have."

"Whoa, so you mean you were able to recognize us by just looking? Wait a second, how did you know about that," Shin exclaimed. "Are you watching us the whole time? Why didn't you help?"

"Not really," Aud took a sip from his juice. "We are actually heading to the floor's boss when we saw a group of low level players entering the dead end. We just followed and watched. It's not that we have any responsibility to help you."

Shin grumbled, not believing the words he said. 

A loud alarm suddenly sounded making Virtual Reality players to look up. Like in any other day, a rectangle with smooth edges will appear above, showing number in zeroes. The VR players recognized it, stopping or hurrying whatever they are doing to log out.

This zeroes inside the rectangle is the system's time for all the virtual players. That is, the VR server will start as early as six and ends at three in the morning. Whenever the clock hits three, an alarm will appear across the accounts to announce that it is their time to log out. Only twenty minutes extension is allowed.

The purpose of this action is to run the maintainance to collect the data of the game. Also, the REM state would be very weak during these hours and the machine might not be able to grasp the needed information. Once the player is logged-out, he or she will continue sleeping until their body clock wakes them up. 

Moreover, if a VR player fails to log out in the game with the given time, the account will be forced erased and the player has to restart again.

The twenty minutes time is now counting down. 

One by one, players' status changed to offline with green dots turning red. Some are still on the process of saving their profiles while checking their inventory. The twins and the girl from their group exited first. Frass also took his way out only waiting for Aud to finish.

"Another day, another game. Well, see you later guys," Shin said, looking at them while pressing some commands in his profile. After a second, his character vanished and his status is now offline. 

"I guess we have to continue this game later," Leon heaved a sigh.

The bartended nodded with the agreement. Leon closed the mini game screen and opened his menu. Other than him, nobody can see. Actually, nobody can see the other's player menu unless if shown purposely. He scrolled the space in front of him until he reached the end of the line. 

"I'll be off now," he told the two. "See you again later."

"Bye," Only Aud responded. 

All of the remaining players logged out in a succession until no one is left.

￼

When technological advancement created the norms of the world, people had fallen to the age where peace occupied every nation. With the fear of stagnation, humans developed many games to simulate worlds that somehow substituted as their 'fighting grounds'.

However, a certain game was developed that caused a rift amongst all the games. Only players whose IQ had reached a hundred and half above is allowed to play, and said to be the games made for the geniuses.

The game is developed to create the humanities' next step to evolution - and that is opening a portal to the next world.

'I wish for excitement in my life.' Wilra thoughtlessly said as she held her pen in her hand. Ever since she was little, she had been lethargic and sickly. In order to make a living, she tried submitting a novel at an online competition. It surprised her to see that she managed to get 3rd place in it. From then on, she devoted much of her time in writing out all sorts of fantastical ideas that came out of her head. It gave her a sense of fulfilment. She was now a top up-coming rookie author at a national publishing company.

As for her boredom that she was feeling right now, it was because she was both facing a slump in her writing, and a dying passion for it.

She continued to doodle on her notebook for hours on end, trying to imagine ways of reliving that feeling of fulfillment back then. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it.

A sip of the bitter cup of coffee she made hours ago was something she was used to, however, it was now cold, the warmth she was expecting from it was gone. And so, she decided to just chug it down and make another.

But what happened was that she suddenly felt sleepy despite being an extreme insomniac. She just chose to lay her head down on her desk.

'How nice would it be if there was a fantastical zombie apocalypse or something…' With these final words in her head. She finally dozed off.

***********

[5 hours ago]

At a different dimension, in a different time-line. A thief was scurrying away while being chased by high-level robots and guards. In an attempt to escape, he hurriedly used his abilities to forcefully open up multiple portals in this protected zone. He finally managed to open up 3 different fist-sized dimensional portals, because this was done so in a space-restricted zone, the portals were distorted and flickering. Knowing that he was going to get caught soon, he hurriedly threw out the crystals he had stolen towards the portals. A few of them managed to get in, while a few dropped on the floor. Due to the unstable portal, the crystals were scattered throughout the different universes and dimensions.

'Bang!' The thief heard a shot behind him. He felt pain in his chest, he looked down and saw a coin-sized hole on where his heart should be. He turned around and looked at the squadron of guards surrounding him. Even though he had this kind of injury, this wasn't enough to kill him.

"HALT!" A deep voice echoed from behind the group of guards. The guards quickly parted to make a path for the man to walk through. For each guard he passed by, they quickly saluted him. It was clear that this man was of high rank.

He finally stopped walking and stood right in front of the thief.

"Where did you send them?" The man's voice was clear and icy.

"Who knows?" The thief chuckled as he replied.

"Do you know what you've done?"

"Yes."

"You've destroyed the balance we've worked so hard to create."

"No, I have done what should have been done a hundred millenniums ago!"

"Mother would be disappointed to hear what you did."

The word 'Mother' sent chills down the thief's spine. He knew what he did was irredeemable and irrevocable. He was prepared to accept punishment.

"Brother…" The man's eyes looked sorrowful as he looked at the thief.

"Our regime needs to come to an end." The thief said without a trace of hesitation in his voice.

The thief continued, "We have lived far too long and restricted far too many, and for what? Honor? Power? Do you know how many innocents I have visited that knew nothing of what is out there? How many of them lived their lives being played like dolls?"

The thief's hands were shaking as he talked. "It's time for our kind to move on."

"This is what happened after you ran away for a millennia? Your ideals have twisted at every side of the coin." The man's voice sounded out in response. "I should've stopped you back then… This is my burden to bear."

The man's voice only shook as he continued, "Altas Warton has violated Section 01-A01, committed the highest degree of treason, and other multiple accounts of crime. I hereby sentence you to permanent death."

A tear dropped down to the ground as the man sentenced his own blood brother to die. "Any last words, brother?"

Altas spoke with conviction, "May we all fall."

Countless beams of light pierced through his body as he fell.

***********

A small crystal floated through the dystopian dimension, it weaved through the empty and unstable space until it finally reached a small crack. When it finally passed through the opening, the pressure made it shatter into thousands of pieces as it spread across the globe. The biggest piece, which was a fingernail big, happened to fall and phase through the different obstructions and finally drop into a small warm cup of coffee and dissolve.

**********

[Present]

Wilra finally woke up, feeling refreshed and new for some reason. However, she felt that something was wrong. It smelled like something was burning somewhere. She hurriedly walked around her room to check if anything was on fire. However, thankfully, the problem didn't lie inside.

A scream suddenly sounded out from out the window.

Wilra headed towards the window to check what juicy happenings were going on.  However, when she unlocked and opened her window, she was met with a view that changed the world forever.

"Morning." Ruby says to Kyra
"Good morning." Blake says with bags under her eyes.
"Blake did you sleep at all last night?" Yang asks worried.
"No..." Blake says 
"Was it Zewi?" Kyra asks while holding the Zewi against body.
"It couldn't have been Zewi right?" Ruby asks hugging both Kyra and Zewi.
"No..." Blake says as blood starts coming out her nose looking at Kyra and Ruby hugging in their pajamas.
*cough*
"Kyra, you are still in the Vault suit as you call it." Yang says
"So? Kyra is our adopted sister and my girlfriend. Everyone else in the room is girls aswell. I'm sure she doesn't mind us looking." Ruby says as Kyra blushes.
"Ruby? You wanna take a shower?" Kyra says 
"T-together!?" Ruby says blushing and becomes a stuttering mess.
"No you get first shower today remember?" Kyra says with a smile as she loves the teasing war her and Ruby are in.
"Ok but I want my good mornin-" Ruby is cut off as Kyra kisses her.
"Okay, go shower before we run out of time." Kyra says
==================
An hour later in the Amphitheater.
"Professor Ozpin would like to share a few words before we begin." Glynda 
"Today we stand together, united. Mistral, Atals, Vacuo, and Vale The four kingdoms of Remnant." Ozpin
'He forgot Menagerie they really need a official Academy.' Kyra thinks 
(A/N: and I now have a future plot line for a few years down the road.)
"On this day nearly 80 years ago, the largest war in recorded history came to an end." Ozpin says 
'Yeah a war that was started over land and resources. A war that left city's to be destroyed by Grimm while their warriors were out fighting the good fight. A war that was started by Atlas and Misteral. Why? Because of greed, they chose greed over survival. Towns cities and parts of entire countries were left defenseless to the grimm. And the last battlefield was a blood bath with the warriors having to take breaks to fight Grimm before continuing the war.' Kyra thinks pissed about general human nature. Luckily people can learn.
"It was a war of ignorance, of greed, and of oppression. A war that was about much more than where borders fell or who traded with whom. But about the very idea of individualism itself." Ozpin says 
'If anyone has ever read the book matched its like that mixed with hunger games only there's no children sacrificing. 100 poems that's it that's all that exists for poems it's not possible for there to be more than 100 of any one thing. Except here poems don't exist never have you will be killed if make one. It was a dystopian society, it literally lost its soul except for in the capital.' Kyra thinks getting even more mad at Atlas who are now the 'good guys'.
"We fought for countless reasons, one of which being the destruction of all forms of art and self expression. As you are all aware that is something many could not stand for." Ozpin says
'You take the lead there Ozpin, retired king of Vale the hero King who's battle record became a frightening legend. I think it was 1 swing could take down 10 men or something ridiculous like that.' Kyra thinks again 
"As a result, those who opposed this tyranny began naming their children after one of the core aspects of art itself, Color. It was their way to demonstrate that not only would they refuse to tolerate this oppression, but neither would the generations to come. And it is a trend that is held to this very day. We encourage individuality, expressionism, and unity. Through diversity." Ozpin
'Besides Atlas where all hunters are either retired or part of the military. And the Faunus are basically still slaves in a dust mine.' Kyra thinks 
"As I have said, today we stand together, United. But this bond cannot exists without effort. Which is why today while the rest of the world celebrated peace, huntsmen and Huntresses will work to up hold it. As first year students. You will be tasked with shadowing a professional hunter on a mission." Ozpin says
'Ah, he's doing that to hide us as just students on a trip rather than it being some weird movement by us. Good job Ozpin.' Kyra thinks 
"Some of you will be take out of the kingdom for several days. Others may work within the walls for the rest of the week. No matter which path you chose remember to be safe, remember your training, and to do your very best." Ozpin says walking away.
"So we already got a mission for the next week." Yang says
"Yep." Ruby says 
"I need to go get something, see you at the meet up point." Kyra says running away at the speed of a speed semblance pick pocketing emerald as she runs by her.
"Where is she going?" Weiss asks
"She wants to demean atlas again." Ruby says knowing even talking about the war pisses off Kyra and she just heard Ozpin give a lecture on it.
"Oh yeah, I remember how big of a reputation hit they took after she demolished one of Atlas' mech suits." Weiss says 
"She said something about face slapping and how I of all people with a Chinese last name should understand it." Yang says
"Any clue on what she was talking about?" Blake asks
"None what so ever." Yang says 
"What's the worst she can do?" Weiss asks
"You really don't wanna know. She can be pretty shameless. Only when it comes to atlas though.  Last year...Shit, I shouldn't talk about that." Yang says

Reincarnated into the World of Remnant. Let’s see where this take our gender bent protagonist. What adventures will happen. Will the fall of beacon be prevented? Can Salem be stopped? Is traveling worlds possible where will they end up next.

Prison World is another project of mine, and I just finished writing book 1, so I'll be releasing the first draft on patr3on. When it's been edited, I'll release it on here and RR, chapter by chapter.
Here's a summary:

In the dystopian future, the Earth has become overpopulated. Even with the orbital farms, there's still not enough food to feed the entire population. To combat this, the government adopted a zero-tolerance policy. Commit a crime, no matter how minor, your body shall be exterminated.
 
However, things are not all bad. Instead of just killing criminals, their minds are sent into a virtual world, known only as the Prison World, where, based on your judgment, you might start life anew, or be sent to suffer eternal torment.

Despite knowing the risks, our protagonist gave everything away, just to secure a meal for her little brother.

You can find my patr3on here: https://www.patr3on.com/LucyLynn

If you're interested, pay it a visit.  The book will only be available to $5 patrons, and above. As a $5 patron, you will also get access to two other, first draft books, as well as a bunch of artwork, and a comic.

Min was born in a tribe of Goblins, where she became a hunter due to her great stats. As a hunter, she lived a simple life with her hunting friends, leveling peacefully. But what happens when the Elven Kind discovers a great source of Mithril in their little cave system?

Warning: This fiction will contain great amounts of sex and violence. Goblin society in my story is a carnal one, where everyone has sex with everyone, even there own siblings... maybe parents too, who knows. Min will be subject to gang bangs by her hunting friends from chapter 2 onwards, albeit, willingly. Rape might enter the story in the future and it also might not.

"So, what do you want?" Kevon finally asked after all the fuzz were cleared. He wasn't naked anymore—since his subordinates forced him to wear the uniform due to Kelly's presence. The NYPD in dystopian era didn't enrolled females because the females were a different competing sector. So they had the freedom to act rowdy in their department vicinity. Occasionally, females like Kelly enter into the fray and they had to discipline themselves. 

"Well, I'd like your help." Greg replied. He had multiple bite and scratch marks in his face. Harry didn't spare much of him.

"Idiot, I know that! What do you want in particular?" Kevon opened the door to his office to see the guy who masturbated in the toilet. He seemed to have changed his position. Kevon couldn't believe his eyes. He closed the door at once, waited for a bit and then opened again. And this time, he disappeared. Kevon thought of it as a misjudgment from him.

"I'd like to take a look at the files on the drug trafficking around here. You know, the places where the deal takes place and where they sell it and all." Greg answered as he let himself be seated. Sean and Kelly decided to do so too.

"As much as I'd like to help you, we're police officers. We're not supposed to give out undisclosed information to civilians like you." Kevon shrugged his shoulders signaling that he'd be of no help.
Greg said nothing. He looked at his phone, then looked towards Sean. "Hey Sean, look at this! Konner King sent me a message. Now, just imagine if I'm to tell him that I'm interested in joining the merry boys and who knows—he might just send me the co-ordinates!"

"Enough! I know what you're trying to do—and it is working! Just ask Yuki; he'll give you the files." Kevon looked frustrated as he had to obey Greg's orders. "And by the way, next time, inform me when you come in contact with Konner by any means."

"Thank you, Kevon-chan! I wuv you!" Greg made a weird kissy face, which even made Kevon spooked out. "Oh, and look at your closet. It's not good of someone to do the five knuckle shuffle in the presence of a female!" Kevon looked at his closet to see the masturbator—it wasn't a mirage.

                                    ***

After meeting up with Yuki and gathering the info, the squad headed towards every possible location where the missing person could be. But, they had no luck whatsoever. 

"Fuck! This is the fifth location already! Are we gonna find something following this lead?" Sean got frustrated.

"First of all, Sean—language! Second, it's just the fifth place; there are—one, two—crap, there's just two places left!" Now, Greg was the one not knowing what to do. Kelly chose not to talk, but observe.

"That's exactly my thought! We should've believed the client." Sean said.

"Wait, something would come up." Greg replied as he focused on something in the distant. "Something did come up!" Greg rushed towards a man sitting in a garden bench in the distance. Sean and Kelly decided to follow him.

"Yo! So, how's life without crime?" Greg asked to the person in front of him—the guy who helped them get to Kelly.

"Difficult. I'm not getting any jobs, due to my background." The man replied as he slanted back towards the bench.

"See, I can help you in that case—only if you help me." Greg put forth his suggestion.

Sean didn't agree to this. "Greg, are you sure about this?" Greg nodded his head in assurance. Sean decided not to pest about this any further.

The man was keen about this too. "I'm listening." He was a bit suspicious, but keen nonetheless.
Greg placed all the police records and the missing person's photo beside the man. "This guy—we need to find this guy. So, tell me if you've seen him in any of those places in the police records.
The man looked at the photo closely. "Wait, isn't this the resident druggie in XYZ club? No wonder why you didn't find him! XYZ is an underground club that conducts all sort of crime—and this guy, I've seen him there for sure. As a matter of fact, he's always there."

"Where is this XYZ club?" Greg asked.

"Wait, I'll write you the address." The man wrote the address and gave it to Greg.

"Thanks." Greg bowed and then gave him a card. "Call this number and ask for Othwyn. Tell her about your struggles and problems in looking for a job. She'll help you on that."

"I'll keep that in mind." The man placed the card in his pocket. "By the way, my name is Sam." 
"Greg." They shook hands.

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So, the three of them reached XYZ club. Sean and Greg seemed happy, for different reasons—Sean was happy since they were about to find the person while Greg hadn't been to a club in months. Kelly personally didn't care and chewed bubblegum and blew it up.

They got in to the club—even Sean and Kelly, who were under-age, got in due to lax security. They didn't quite understand why the police didn't find this place yet. Inside, it wasn't that difficult to find the person they wanted to find since he was the one sniffing various drugs from unhygienic places of naked feminine body—he was easily visible. Greg had to shut his kids' eyes from that, but they slapped his hand off. Sean got a nosebleed in the midst.

"Don't you know that doing drugs are bad?" Greg came up to him and lifted his face up from where it was previously situated just to confirm the identity. There was no mistake. 

However, the guy was seriously pissed off. "Huh? What the fuck are you doing?"

"Well, we're here to take you to home." Greg replied.

"That stupid old man doesn't learn, does he? Sending bunch of hooligans—well, the girl looks good. Want me to sniff your panties?" He gave off a perverted look.

Kelly didn't gave a shit to his remarks. But for Greg and Sean, this was insulting.

"Don't go saying stuff to little girls, you pedophile!" It took a split second for Greg's fist to reach the guy's face. A bit more power, and he would've been sent to the oblivion.

The guy was flabbergasted as he saw the blood flowing out of his nose and mouth. A few good teeth were to be discarded too. "Ho waye you yu that? Boryguars, ayak him! [Roughly translated to- how dare you do that? Bodyguards, attack him!]

Enter two big bodyguards. They rushed towards Greg. Just then, they heard a pop—it was from the bubblegum that Kelly blew up. She interjected into the mix and blew a hard punch on both their faces. Within seconds, they were lying flat on the ground. Kelly was no longer bored or disinterested. She was on a rampage.

                                                          ***

The United States of America, also known as the United States (US) or America. A country composed of 50 states, a federal district, five major self-governing territories, and various possessions. The third most populous country in the world. The world's oldest surviving federation. A major superpower in all sectors of development. A seemingly indestructible nation.

But then the civil war occurred. The pro-president and anti-president factions collided in which it seemed like the anti-president faction was emerging victorious. But the tides changed when the president sided with a vicious organization and gained the power of the supreme leader. He died soon after, leaving his son in charge. But he made a law that bans the use of firearms to the people of USA. America was rag-dolled. The country which boasted tremendous power turned into a mere puppet of this so-called dangerous organisation.

In the streets where the MC lives in, he could see many arrogant outsiders carrying arms, but he himself wasn’t allowed to. And thus began the journey of Greg Shepherd, the job hunter and his friends.

Basically he's the Ultimate Job Hunter!

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Year 2035, February
21:00 P.M
Crei Prison No.2, Frankfurt, Germany
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"Ah, wait. Here's a tissue."
I handed an old woman in front of me some tissues I had with me and she took it gladly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome . . . Wait, your wound!" Quickly, I put down the beef soup I held in my hands and changed the bandages on the old woman's right arm.
Both of us were in my prison cell, where she was just brought in there that night. Her right arm was injured, but it appeared that she had been treated beforehand. So, right then, I merely requested clean bandages from the nearby guards and changed the old one for her. Surprisingly enough, they allowed it. We sat on the floor as she let me do my thing. Half of her face was also covered in bandages, probably hiding a deep wound underneath.
"I'm assuming they don't have any other spare cells," I said to the old woman as I tightened her bandages. "This prison cell only has a single bed."
She smiled at me. "I can sleep on the floor."
"Huh?" I shook my head. "No, you can sleep on the bed. I will be the one who will sleep on the floor. Also, I'm sure that your stay here is only temporary, and there would be an empty one for you come tomorrow morning."
The old woman spoke, "Ah, yes. You are talking about the disappearing prisoners, right?"
I nodded slowly. "Yeah. It has been a thing for quite some time now. I'm sure the guards have something to do with it."
"Hmm. We are left in the dark, I suppose."
"It's unintentional. But yeah, they are doing some stuff behind our backs. Maybe they will reveal it later on." I looked at the old woman and she just smiled at me. For one, I was glad that I had someone to accompany me in this cell. Not that I wanted to, but having spent so much time by myself, I needed someone like her.
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The next morning, both of us went to the spacious yard of the prison. It was 'spacious' in a sense that, every one of us prisoners would only make up about 80% of the total area.  
Nonetheless, when we arrived, a bunch of children had gathered at the far end of the yard.
"Hey, what's going on kid?" I patted a young boy's head and he turned around to face me.
"Ah, Mister Ludwig. Look over there. Those robots are . . . Doing it again."
"Hmm?"
I perked my head to see what was happening up front, and my mouth gaped. There were three men that had their hands tied up, kneeling in front of a few Anciles. One of the Anciles stepped forward and formed a crystal-like blade from its right arm.
"I did nothing wrong! What did I do?!" yelled the blond man in front of the Ancile, who was about to be executed.
ASSAULT AGAINST FELLOW PRISONERS. REQUIREMENT MET FOR EXECUTION.
The blonde man's eyes widened, and he stood up in an instant. Before he could even move, the Ancile slit his throat with its blade. The man choked from it and fell down onto the floor, blood gushing out from his exposed throat.
I looked at the children around me. Of course, their expressions were that of fear and hatred, but it was not uncommon. Every prisoner had accustomed to the sight my eyes laid on right then, where a few of us would break the rule and get punished.
I clenched my fists. "Kids, get back inside. Now." They didn't need to see it over and over again.
"Mister Ludwig?" said a young girl as I ushered the kids back inside the prison.
"Get inside," I said to them.
The old woman's mouth curved downwards at my action. Even though she didn't utter a word, I knew what I was doing didn't matter in the end. Those kids had seen everything a dystopian-like place could offer. They wanted to cry their hearts out, but doing so wouldn't change anything.
After being in the prison for so long, even they gave up on hoping for 'heroes' to save them. If the kids didn't believe in saviors, would us adults cared too?
I doubted it.
Once everyone was back inside, a soldier in his dark blue military uniform approached me. He halted and tilted his military head in my direction. "It's not rare for these kids to see stuff like that. Why do you even bother bringing them back in?"
I looked at him while a few kids clung onto my shirt. The soldier had long, unkempt dark hair with his military hat partially covering it. He was thin for a soldier, and his height was about the same as mine. I would dare say he was 173cm.
"Are you listening, 'green' prisoner?" he said.
My eyes trailed off to his military uniform. There was a black name tag sewed onto it with 'AEGIS USER' printed out, placed at the left side of his chest. He noticed I was staring at it and grinned.
"I'm sure you've never seen my face before. My name is Reinhart." He then glared at me. "Now, you haven't answered my question yet."
I gulped. He gave the same vibe as that woman, Yvonne. Getting under his skin would only complicate things. "They don't need to see the executions over and over again . . . Sir Reinhart."
He raised his eyebrows at my answer. "Ho . . . I see."
Without warning, he kicked my stomach hard and then sent me flying with an uppercut to my jaw.
"Mister Ludwig!" cried a young boy next to me when I fell onto the floor.
"Arrrk!" were the words coming out of my mouth as Reinhart lifted me up by the neck.
"I'm sure you have been here for a long time . . . Ludwig. And to see that you are still acting so naive annoys me so damn much. You see, this world is already cruel to begin with. The kids should already have that idea engraved inside their minds by now, and you're just being stupid."
He let go of me and I gasped for air.
Reinhart then sighed. "Maybe a kick at your head would make fix it."
I looked up in his direction when his boot hit me hard at the side of my head. A moment later, I was pulled into an everlasting darkness.
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My vision was blurry for a few seconds before the sight of children made me jerked up. I looked around, and sure enough, the same children from back at the yard had gathered around me. A rough texture under my palms had me tilting my head. It was a wooden table.
"You were sleeping on this table for two hours straight, Ludwig," said the familiar old woman just at my left side. "We are in the cafeteria right now. You fell unconscious and the guards brought you here."
I blinked. "Oh, wait . . . That guy kicked me in the head!"
"Uh-huh," nodded a few kids.
I rubbed my dark hair and strained to focus my vision. "Damn, it still hurts." Slowly, but surely, I calmed myself down and looked at those people.
"These kids protected you while you were unconscious," muttered the old woman after a few moments of silence. "The guards wanted you to undergo a procedure called, an Aegis Implant."
"Aegis Implant?" I glanced at the kids and they shook their heads. "I've heard that name a while back, but nothing came to mind."
"What do you think is the purpose of everyone being kept here, Gray Ludwig?" asked the old woman.
I thought about it for a second. "Well, aside from containing those who had been identified as 'green', there's not much I know. The missing prisoners could have gone through the Aegis implant procedure I've been hearing about."
The old woman considered my reply. "No one has come out of the procedure alive so far. However, no children were involved in the Aegis implant whatsoever."
I raised an eyebrow. "How do you know? Oh . . . You--"
"Yes. I eavesdropped on a conversation between that same man who kicked you and Yvonne. This happened while you were unconscious."
"I see."
'No one came out alive?! What kind of procedure is the Aegis implant?' I thought.
"It's almost lunchtime," said a young, blonde girl next to me.
"Oh. Welp . . . Gotta get myself ready if I don't want to get scolded again," I said.
Before I realized it, a few weeks had gone by within a blink of an eye. Perhaps it was because of the same, monotonous activities that the prisoners did, over and over again. However, there was one thing that bugged the prisoners, including me. A quarter of the prison's denizens had gone missing, and we all knew too well the Aegis implant procedure was involved.
"I wonder if my turn will come," I mumbled as I lied down on my own bed. Strangely, that sort of remark would get me to be hit in the head by the old woman. But she had gotten her own cell, so I was back to being alone there.
"Gray Ludwig," called a man's voice.
I got out of my bed and Reinhard' figure came into view. He was standing by the cell gate as he opened it for me. The object in his right hand glinted.
"A handcuff for you, Ludwig. It is time," he said with a grin. "Oh, don't worry. It will be quick. Make sure you don't make any noise when we get there."
His eyes stared at me like he was directly peeking into my soul. I knew what was going to happen to me, and it had to do with the disappearing prisoners. Though, I hoped it was not that, as I couldn't imagine what horror awaited me.

The strong rules over the weak. It has been a golden rule since ancient times. And so, weak people were discriminated, treated with injustice. 

In this story, we follow Ava, a 10-year-old girl who got caught in the attack of her own settlement by a military force. 

Through an incident, Ava realized the power within her gene, Aegis. With her newfound power capable of overwhelming any weapon and armor the army possessed, she paved her own way of finding her parents. 

What follows her afterwards were nothing that could be considered as happy. At least, not from the point of view, of a 10 year old girl.
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Novel Genre: 
- Science Fiction, Mystery, Horror, Action and Adventure, Psychological, Science Fantasy, Thriller, Grimdark, Weird Menace

 


#Story is also published at royalroad.com

This story takes place in the 25th Century. The world population is 13 billion. Due to overpopulation, the poverty rate is dangerously high. The Age of Invention began in the mid 21st Century when AI* was being improved. Over the course of the next century, robots and androids were introduced. Due to the extreme prices of these robots and androids, only the extremely wealthy could get their hand on them. Due to the declining natural resources, robots and androids became more and more expensive. It was an industrial revolution, part 2. Food shortages became common due to rising global warming and clean water was hard to come by. During the 23rd Century, a new order was created where everyone that was not wealthy got their jobs chosen for them. 
There was the Elite Forces, which were composed of the Army and Military. They protected their respective countries borders. (Genesis's parents were taken by them and her grandmother served her time there too)
The Crop Squad were the farmers and food suppliers of their countries. (Genesis's older brothers were with them)
The Cerbium Team; they were the doctors, teachers, technicians and architects of their countries. Only the very educated had a chance of being part of the Cerbium.
The Labourers, any other jobs that required manual labour were categorised under this title.
Due to the climate changing, many of the countries have somehow drifted closer to each other. All countries have a western influence to them. This story takes place in a dystopian China, but due to strong western influence and technological advancements, most of China's traditions have been forgotten. This happened to nearly all other countries around the world.

* Artificial Intelligence

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